After we landed at JFK, the terminal's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows under our tired eyes. My ankle throbbed, a physical reminder of a weekend that had already begun to feel like a strange nightmare.
"Home, sweet concrete jungle," Letty sighed, stretching her arms overhead. "Never thought I'd miss the smell of trash and taxi exhaust."
I laughed despite my exhaustion. "At least there are no scheming sisters or insufferable fake brothers-in-law here."
Daniel winced slightly at my acidic tone. "So... we're all taking cabs home? Or should we share?"
"Separate," Letty and I said in unison, then burst into giggles.
Daniel shook his head. "Fine, abandon me. Just promise you'll both be functional tomorrow. Bernard's been sending apocalyptic emails about the Henderson presentation."
